Rosary

Janie’s weary mother sews ice-blue taffeta, dry-clicking her prayers. Downstairs the slick-haired hot-rod fiancé dances Mama Told Me Not to Come with eight of us down the line, “Gorgeous, guess I won’t be sleepin’ with you no more.” He knows Janie is leaning against the door.

Anna Marie Laforest is a poet and cozy mystery novelist who can eat chocolate and listen to opera at the same time. annamarielaforest.wixsite.com